Rumble—
Somewhere in the Warp, space kept shaking.
The phantoms of thirteen human colonial planets slowly emerged, scattered across this region of the Warp.
After the new armaments from Secret Armory Planet arrived, Ron and the Primarchs had entered the Warp to hold the line, ready at any moment to command humanity's vanguard armies against the covetous eyes of the Chaos Gods.
The Chaos Demon Tide they had unleashed could arrive in this region at any time.
"The Warp's influence on physical matter is still too great, especially when projection through Warp Anchors is involved—"
Ron gazed at the dazzling Warp, a trace of caution in his eyes.
He had seen with his own eyes how the Warp could alter physical planets. Its power was enough to reshape heaven and earth.
It was astonishing!
With the colonial planets embedded here through Warp Anchors, becoming physical domains within this dimension, they were bound to be affected by the Warp's disorderly laws.
That Warp energy was trembling, invisibly interfering with the physical laws that had originally belonged to the Galaxy.
Some colonial planets kept expanding, swelling to several times their size; some shrank one after another, their volume greatly reduced; others had their planetary shapes altered, unfolding into flat planes.
Some planets were even corroded outright and began to squirm, looking as though they were about to turn into some kind of living abomination!
When the Primarchs saw the Abominable energies of the Warp eroding humanity's colonial planets, every one of them wore a grave expression.
"Can the Blackstone Force Field stop this vile corruption? Otherwise, the humans on those worlds will face irreversible danger!"
Guilliman's tone was urgent.
He knew the Imperium's contingency plans, but such bizarre changes still made him worry despite himself.
Even though the Lord of Ultramar knew